God grant that either you or I may have seen Percy by then.

Good luck to you, friend! Have no fear for me." Lightly she mounted the rickety wooden steps that led to the attic.
Brogard was taking no further heed of her.

She could make herself comfortable there or not as she chose.

Sir Andrew watched her until she had reached the curtains across, and the young man noted that she was singularly well placed there, for seeing and hearing, whilst remaining unobserved.
He had paid Brogard well; the surly old innkeeper would have no object in betraying her.

Then Sir Andrew prepared to go.